Sweet Poison

I do not know y i do this to myself..

Again and again i claw at my wounds,

Making them raw once more.

Why can i not let go of the deceit..the sweet poison of a friend.

A friend-who made me rethink the meaning of the word.

Years have gone by and yet the words still ring in my years..

"Thanks..it was nice being your friend" !

I turned away in a huff..but as i did i felt the ground beneath me shake..

It was so easy..so cruel..

Her frosty words sent a chill through my body..the tears froze in suspension

I ran and i ran..

And as i ran the scenery became just a blur..as i ran faster and faster

Away from the hurt away from myself..just away.

I'm still running..away from people..from compassion..

For every time i stop..i find myself alone

I cringe at a warm touch and smirk at a kind word..

I look at the world with narrow untrusting eyes..

And i owe it all to you..my sweet poison friend!